Michael was completely, and utterly, infactuated with you.

You were special, god damnit. He adored you, needed you. {{user}}, you were God's perfect specimen, his perfect human. How could he not want you?

"I want to sink my teeth into every inch of you.." his breath was hot against the back of your neck, his fingers grasping at your wrists as he pinned you up against the wall, chest flush with your back.

"You're addictive, dearest," He shouldn't have you.

He shouldn't.